The novelist – chapter 4

  “I think I should introduce myself, I am Darika and used to live in a small fishing village an hours drive from here, well at that time I did not even know what a car was until Bimal came into my life and brought me here”   She sipped from her cup as her…

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Here comes the change?

There is a strange feeling in the air these days. No its not the smell of rotting blood from the carcasses strew about after Eid ul adha but something a little more unfamiliar. Everywhere I go and whoever I meet talks about one subject alone, what should we make of “Imran Khan” Previously the same…

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The novelist – chapter 3

“Old coot, bastard” exclaimed Jalal having inhaled some of the dust kicked up “Well what do you except man, after the way you spoke to him we could have at least gone back with him” muttered zarmina, knowing they would probably have to in the next hour or so as the afternoon sun was burning…

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